You remember that one time --
when you were trying to make a word work (fetch-style), but no matter how often you managed to insert it all cool and casually into an everyday conversation, it never truly caught on?
Well, that's kind of like my relationship with tying blazers around my waist.
The fact that I'm usually wearing a blazer, combined with the truth that I'm pretty sure I'm going through menopause at age 23 (hotflasheswhat), intertwined with my extreme laziness, result in a little phenomenon I like to call ...
well, I guess I don't really call it anything specifically. I just end up tying a lot of blazers around my waist.
Then I pretend it's a thing.
See, when you're as forgetful as myself (I LITERALLY have lost my own glasses on my own face. Which is actually not a cute thing to do at all. In truth, it looks very very stupid), you have to take certain precautions in order to remember commonplace things.
Inking up your hands to the point of illegibility, hanging a lot of things on guaranteed-to-be-passed doorknobs, sticking post-it notes to random oft-used household objects, and most importantly - never, ever setting anything down.
"Oh - I'll just come back for it later" is not EVER an OK psychological assumption to make.
You will not come back for it later.
And if you do come back for it later,
it will be to the fullest extent of the word. As in a month later.
Which will seem logical in your mind,
because you HAVE NO CONCEPT OF RESPONSIBLE MEMORY.
|blazer: Zara, jumpsuit: UO, shoes: Anthropologie|
Moral of the story: I'm going to keep pushing this "trend",
because it's one that originates out of necessity.
Which, come to think of it, is exactly how my mother justifies her use of fannypacks.
yeah. definitely listen to me on this one.